Chapter 3 – Extreme Arrival
By Evilution
Disclaimer: All characters belong to WWE or themselves, except for Paris, Tammy, Katie, and Amanda. I don't own any of the places or people mentioned. Most of the minor characters, i.e. the doctor, etc. are based on friends of mine, but they won't mind, I'm sure. Don't sue—I'm broke…at least until I get my taxes back and then, one trip to Old Navy later…I'll be broke again.
The next morning, Paris awoke to sunlight streaming in her face. She glanced at the clock. It was 7:45 AM! She only had fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed before Tammy arrived! Flying into the bathroom, Paris quickly showered and washed her hair before throwing on a pair of her new track pants and a white baby tee. Leaving her hair damp, she rushed downstairs to see Tammy sitting on the couch, drinking a cup of coffee.
"Sorry…I overslept."
"It's OK…I just got here. Adam told me about Jeff, so that's one thing we can cross off our lists. How's the eyebrow?"
"Good…a little sore, but no biggie."
"Are you ready?"
Paris nodded and followed Tammy out to her car. The Durango was gone, so Paris assumed that Adam had gone to pick up Jeff. She noticed that Tammy's attire was a little more casual today, the executive assistant opting for Silver jeans and a black blouse with matching Doc Martins. Tammy pulled her car into the parking lot of a medical complex and Paris followed her into the pristine doctor's office. After filling out some forms and having her weight, temperature, and blood pressure taken by a nurse, Paris waited patiently for the doctor in the cold examination room, wearing nothing but a backless gown and a nervous expression on her face.
After about fifteen minutes, the doctor entered—an attractive woman with blond hair and a calm, pleasant expression.
"I'm Dr. Cerovski," the physician stated, shaking Paris' hand. "I'm OVW's official physician for the female wrestlers and divas. And you're Tammy's new diva?"
"Yes, ma'am…I mean, Doctor."
Dr. Cerovski smiled as she opened Paris file and made some notes.
"So, Paris, you're twenty years old?"
"Yes."
"Well, why don't we get your breast exam and pelvic out of the way first since it's the most uncomfortable and then, we'll finish up your physical. Go ahead and lie back, and try to relax, OK?"
Paris nodded as she lay back on the examination table and the doctor began checking her breasts.
"Do you have implants?" Dr. Cerovski questioned after several minutes.
"Yes."
"Any problems with them?"
"No."
"Good. Be extra vigilant about leaks and things like that, especially now that you're going to be wrestling and exposed to more physicality. I'm also checking your lymph glands and everything feels OK there. Go ahead and put your feet in the stirrups for me."
Paris complied, feeling more than a little embarrassed and vulnerable. Dr. Cerovski, being the professional she was, noticed Paris' unease and did her best to help the young diva relax.
"Have you ever had a gynecological exam before, Paris?" the doctor asked, putting on gloves.
"No."
Dr. Cerovski nodded and began to explain exactly what the exam entailed. Paris listened intently, the doctor's kind voice putting her at ease. As Dr. Cerovski began the exam, she made a point to keep the conversation flowing so that Paris was able to focus more on talking and less on her own discomfort.
"Is there any particular reason why you've never had an exam before?"
"Well, I'm not on birth control and I've never had…" Paris paused, feeling embarrassed.
"Go on…"
"I'm a virgin…I mean…at least, I was…up until…"
"When was the last time you had intercourse?" the doctor asked, looking up.
"Umm…Sunday night."
"I see…and you were a virgin up until this point?"
"Yes."
"Did you use protection?"
Paris flushed a deep red. "N…no."
"Paris, do you understand the importance of protected sex in this day and age?"
"Yes, Doctor, I do, but…"
Paris' voice trailed off, mainly because she didn't really have an excuse for being careless. Dr. Cerovski finished the exam and removing her gloves, instructed Paris to sit up.
"This next question is very personal, Paris," the doctor began, looking at her earnestly. "But I need an answer so I know how to go about counseling you…you're more than welcome to tell me that it's none of my business, but I assure you, I'm your doctor now and it's in the strictest confidence."
"OK."
"Which one of Vince's bad boys did you lose your virginity to?"
Paris blushed once again, this time an even deeper red. She didn't really want to answer the question, but she knew that Dr. Cerovski wasn't asking to be nosy and for some reason, she trusted the woman.
"Umm…Paul Levesque."
Dr. Cerovski's eyebrows shot up, but she remained calm. She'd been working for Vince McMahon and Jim Cornette for close to ten years and from her experience and what she had heard around the locker room, it wasn't really in Paul Levesque's nature to go around deflowering twenty year old virgins. However, Paris was extraordinarily beautiful. It was no surprise to Dr. Cerovski that she had attracted the most powerful wrestler in the company. After several moments, the kind doctor cleared her throat.
"I guess your reputation as a Vegas glamour girl precedes you, Paris. You believe in going right to the top, don't you?"
Paris blinked, surprised that a doctor would make such a remark. However, she knew in her heart that it was true and any self-effacing defense would have made her appear just a little self-righteous.
"I'm only kidding," Dr. Cerovski stated briskly, noticing the look on Paris' face. "Sorry, but I have somewhat of a dry sense of humor. I didn't mean to offend you, OK?"
Paris shook her head. "I…I'm not offended. I really don't have any defense. I'm not exactly proud of what I did."
"He didn't hurt you, did he?"
"No, nothing like that. I…I just thought that…well, I guess that I always pictured my first time being with someone I love…"
"And you're not in love with Paul Levesque?"
Paris snorted. "Far from it. In fact, I hate his guts."
Dr. Cerovski smiled. "I've heard he has that effect on people. And how does he feel about you?"
"I was nothing more than a conquest."
"You're sure about that?"
Paris gave the doctor a withering glance that spoke volumes and then, she looked at the ground. She didn't mean to come off so cynical.
"So, tell me, Paris," Dr. Cerovski went on, shifting gears. "Is there someone you are in love with?"
Paris shrugged. "Not really. I mean, yeah, but we can't be together."
"Anyone I know?"
Paris hesitated slightly before answering. "Randy Orton."
"Ah…RKO himself, huh?"
Paris nodded as Dr. Cerovski smiled once again and closed Paris' chart.
"Well, speaking from what I've heard about Paul Levesque, I don't really think you need to worry about STDs in this case, but I'll run a full screen just to be sure. And when the nurse draws your blood for your physical, we'll run an HIV, too."
"What exactly have you heard about him?" Paris inquired, curious. She was trying to hide how nervous she was at the mention of HIV.
Dr. Cerovski shrugged. "I've just heard that he's not the ring rat type. He's very discriminating about who he…associates with. He's a wealthy, powerful guy, who just happened to date Stephanie McMahon for two years…and he's not stupid either. That's why I'm so baffled about his carelessness with protection. It's just not in his character. Maybe you brought out something in him that he just lost control."
Paris snorted once again, her cynicism resurfacing. "I hate to seem rude, Doctor, but I highly doubt it. Paul Levesque never loses control of anything. He's cold, calculating, and in control of everything around him at all times. I really doubt that someone as insignificant as I am would cause him to act out of character."
Dr. Cerovski cocked her eyebrow knowingly. "Be that as it may, he obviously saw something in you, or he wouldn't have even bothered."
"Yeah, he saw the opportunity to get laid…end of story," Paris stated dryly, her lips twisting into a sarcastic smile. "Can we get on with my physical please? I don't mean to be rude, but I really have to go to the bathroom."
"Of course," Dr. Cerovski replied, somewhat saddened that the diva seemed so cold and callous at such a young age. "In fact, that's just what we need you to do is go to the bathroom."
Paris nodded solemnly as she took the cup from Dr. Cerovski and went into the restroom. The rest of the examination went by quickly and painlessly, except for the blood draw. Dr. Cerovski made pleasant conversation, steering clear of the subject of Paul Levesque, and Paris answered her other questions openly and honestly, their earlier tension long forgotten. Finally, the ordeal was over and Paris waited along with Tammy in Dr. Cerovski's office for the final verdict. Both women jumped slightly when the door opened and the doctor entered.
"Well, Paris, you're in extraordinarily good health," Dr. Cerovski began as she seated herself at her desk and flipped through various pages of Paris' file. "The only thing that showed up in your blood work is that your iron is a little low, so I want you to start taking a multi-vitamin with iron to supplement your diet. Your pregnancy test was negative and your STD screen was clear, but I would recommend a follow-up HIV test in six months…nothing to worry you, but that's standard anyway."
Paris breathed a sigh of relief and glanced over at Tammy, who looked as if she was doing the same thing.
"As for birth control," Dr. Cerovski continued. "I'd like to try the Depo Provera shot on you. You're going to be very busy with your training, perhaps too busy to remember to take pills. I usually don't use the shot on girls your age because it tends to make you gain weight and break out. However, since you'll be active with your training, I don't think weight gain will be a problem. If you break out, just use an anti-acne scrub twice a day, alright?"
"Are you sure that's the best thing for her, Candice?" Tammy interjected. "I mean, speaking from personal experience…"
"In this situation, yes," Dr. Cerovski replied. "I know you had bad luck with the shot, Tammy, but everyone's different."
Tammy nodded as Paris glanced back and forth between her and the doctor.
"After a couple months, your period should become like clockwork," Dr. Cerovski went on. "You may have some spotting at first, but it's nothing to worry about. You come in every three months and it costs about eighty-five dollars. However, it doesn't protect against STDs. If you're sexually active, I recommend using condoms."
"Yes, I will. Thanks, Dr. Cerovski."
"My nurse will take you back to the exam room for your shot. Any questions?"
Paris and Tammy both shook their heads as Dr. Cerovski handed Paris a card.
"Please call me if you have any questions and please come in if you experience any abdominal pain, fever, cramps, heavy bleeding…anything out of the ordinary, OK? Have a nice day, ladies."
"Candice, thanks again for seeing us on such short notice," Tammy stated as the kind doctor bid them good day.
Tammy waited while Paris got her shot and then, paid the cashier with her company credit card. While she was signing the forms, Paris took the opportunity to grab a few condoms out of the basket on the desk and stuff them in her purse. Tammy smirked as they exited the complex, teasing Paris about taking so many.
"I only took, like, ten," Paris retorted. "Besides, it said help yourself."
Tammy laughed as they jumped into her car and she practically flew across town, arriving at the salon just in time for Paris' appointment. Paris sat quietly in the chair as Tammy and Lori, the stylist, discussed several new looks. In the end, it was decided to give Paris a layered cut, keeping her length just below her chin, touching up her platinum blond highlights, and putting a small streak of burgundy on her front left side. As Lori worked, Tammy sat in an unoccupied stylist chair and chatted with her new charge.
"You might want to take those out," the executive assistant commented as Lori combed Paris' hair back from her ears.
"What?"
"Your cartilage and your trachis piercings," Tammy said. "They go with your look really well, but what with headlocks and head scissors and hurricanranas…it's just not a good idea. I don't mean to be bossy, but in a business where people have been known to lose a whole ear with the wrong move…I just think it would be best if you took them out. You can't see them with your hair anyway."
"I suppose you're right," Paris replied as she reached up and removed the ring from her left cartilage and the other one from her right trachis. "The last thing I want to do is lose an ear. They've kind of been annoying me lately anyway. Will you throw these in my bag?" Paris handed the rings to the executive assistant, who wrapped them in a tissue and put them in the diva's purse.
"Normally, I'd be against any facial piercings," Tammy went on. "But Casey put your eyebrow in deep enough, so it shouldn't be a problem, and as long as you keep your nose screw tiny and flat, you should be OK. I think it would be best if you get a plastic bar for your tongue. When you're taking shots to the head and face, a metal one is kind of rough on your teeth and gums. Anything below the neck, I don't want to know about it…it's highly unlikely that would be an issue in the ring."
"Could you ladies please change the subject?" Lori quipped. "It's freaking me out just thinking about it."
"If you want freaky," Paris said. "I know a certain wrestler who has a Prince Albert."
Tammy's eyes got wide as Lori looked confused.
"What the hell is a Prince Albert?" the stylist questioned.
"It's a piercing through the tip of a guy's dick," Tammy explained. "Tell me who it is right now, Paris!"
"I can't," Paris replied. "I mean I could tell you, but then, I'd have to kill you."
"Is it Trips?" Tammy went on. "God, I knew it! I knew he was a closet pervert!"
"It's not Paul."
"Not Randy," Tammy exclaimed. "No way. Orton's not the type."
"It's not Randy either. Mind you, I've never personally seen this particular accessory, but I have heard about it in great detail from the guy's girlfriend, and he very generously offered to show it to me in exchange for copping a look at my nipple ring, but I declined thank you very much."
Tammy thought for a moment, her blue eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Hmm…whose girlfriend are you chummy with? Oh my God, it's Jericho, isn't it? I can just picture Trish going on and on about something like that."
"Please. Could you imagine Jericho having his dick pierced?" Paris asked mockingly. "He's high-strung enough as it is."
"Hmm…Rob Van Dam?"
"Don't know, don't want to know."
Tammy sighed. "I give up…who is it?"
"Shane McMahon," Paris replied, smirking.
Tammy chuckled. "Bullshit. Come on, Paris…"
"OK, fine…it's Dave Batista."
"So…Dave Batista," Tammy remarked. "As if he needs any enhancement in that area. I guess we can both agree that Little Miss Li Li is quite the lucky woman."
"How do you know?" Paris commented.
"I hear things. And besides, I make it a point to know everything about all OVW alumni. Batista wrestled here for a few years before he went to the WWE. He was here even before I started. He was known as Leviathan…the Demon of the Deep, the star attraction in the Disciples of Synn."
"Dave was in the DoS?"
"Oh, yeah. Synn was quite enamored with him, until Seven came along. And she got so consumed in her feud with Nidia that she totally ignored his needs. He was trying to get the OVW title back from the Prototype, who stole it from him through illegal means. Do you think Synn cared? No…all she wanted was to destroy Nidia."
"The Prototype? That's Cena, right?"
"Yeah, he was Kenny Bolin's right hand man…him and Sean O'Haire."
"Sean O'Haire? Where have I heard that name before?" Paris commented, her brow furrowing in thought. "Oh, yeah, Amy mentioned him once."
Tammy smirked, toying with some imaginary lint on her jeans. "Yeah, Sean's a fun guy. Lots of fun."
Paris cocked her eyebrow. "Oh really?"
"I've dated Sean off and on for the past two years or so," Tammy stated. "We dated briefly before I started seeing Brock. During that year or so that Brock and I were both here, we had a lot of problems. We fought a lot. Sean was always there when I needed him. To this day, he's always there when I need him."
"So why don't you two get together?" Paris asked.
Tammy shook her head. "It's not like that. I mean, Sean's always there when I need him and he's a good friend and he's great in bed, but we just don't have that kind of a relationship. I know too much about him to ever trust him and he's not really the commitment type, if you know what I mean."
"But do you love him?"
"I care about him and I know he cares about me, but love?...no, nothing like that. He's happy I'm not with Brock anymore though."
"He didn't like Brock?"
"Hated him with a passion. Brock isn't known for getting along with others. It was amazing that he and Shelton stayed a team so long, but then again, Shelton's easy-going and gets along with everyone."
"So what were Dave and Randy and Cena like when they were here?" Paris inquired, curiously.
Tammy thought for a moment. "Dave was really quiet, kept to himself. He was one of the only members of the DoS that didn't take his character outside the ring. In the ring, he was the Demon of the Deep, but when he left, he was just Dave Batista. He wasn't friends with Synn or Damien or BJ Payne. He definitely had no use for Seven and Bane. The only person I ever really saw him pal around with was Charlie Haas. I heard he got divorced shortly after coming here, but that was before my time. As for Orton and Cena…what can I say? I'm not sure you really want to hear what I have to say about those two."
"Please go on," Paris urged. "I'm mesmerized by this story."
Tammy sighed. "Orton and Cena and Jindrak…probably the cockiest, most arrogant trio of prima donnas that ever set foot in OVW. Cena thought he was God's gift to wrestling, until he got knocked down a few notches by Leviathan and Nova. I really didn't have a lot of hope for John, but then, he met Katie and he seemed to do a total one eighty. His wrestling improved, his attitude got better…Jim and Danny and I were actually proud to recommend him to Vince and Shane for a call up. Orton was a star from the moment he got here and he knew that he was gonna be an even bigger star in the WWE. I mean, come on…he's Cowboy Bob Orton's son, right? The problem with Randy was that he never thought he had to work at it. He was more concerned with getting laid and hanging out in strip clubs with Jindrak and Cena than he was with learning how to wrestle. Fortunately, it all came easy to Randy…he has so much raw talent that he really didn't have to work hard at it…it just came naturally. Too bad a good attitude didn't come naturally as well. Sorry, Paris…I know you're in love with him and everything, but that's how I know Randy Orton and that's how I remember him. I wish he had made a better first impression, but he didn't."
Paris was silent for a moment, trying to absorb everything Tammy had said. It didn't sound like the executive assistant was very fond of The Legend Killer, and with good reason. Apparently, Randy had established quite the reputation for himself when he had been in OVW. Deciding that she didn't want to discuss her ex-boyfriend any further, Paris switched gears and changed the subject.
"You mentioned someone named Danny," she said. "Who's that?"
"Danny Davis," Tammy replied. "He's the co-owner of OVW, along with Jim. He's also Doug Basham's uncle and a hell of a nice guy. He's on vacation at the moment, but you'll meet him when he comes back in a couple weeks."
Paris nodded as Lori informed her that she was finished putting on the color and it was time to go under the dryer. Paris read a magazine while her hair color set and Tammy took the opportunity to go outside and check her messages. When Paris came out from under the dryer, there was an iced latte waiting for her from Tammy, who had run across the street for a quick caffeine fix.
"Did you ever get the chance to talk to Adam last night?" Tammy questioned, sipping her coffee.
"Not really. We just watched RAW and then, Dave called."
"Dave Batista?"
"The one and only.
"What'd he want?"
"Just to apologize about the bet and everything," Paris explained. "And then, I talked to Amy. I guess I left a lot of drama in my wake."
"Why? What happened?"
"Well, first, Randy cracked Paul in the mouth yesterday after I left and then, my friend, Amanda, got suspended for punching some girl who called me a whore."
"Who'd she punch?" Tammy asked.
"Some bitch named Rebecca. She's one of Sarah's cronies."
"Damn, I was hoping she punched Sarah."
"You and me both," Paris said as she laughed dryly.
Lori finished Paris' haircut and then, washed and styled her hair. Half an hour later, the new diva and the executive assistant left the salon very pleased with Paris' new look. After grabbing some lunch, Tammy took Paris to several trendy shops where she picked out various items of clothing from a list that Katie had given her. Many of the garments were similar in style to what Amy wore, which was fine by Paris. She loved Amy's look and was flattered that Tammy was confident enough in her to pull off an extreme look. The more clothes they picked out, the more Paris pictured herself actually becoming Nikki Midnight. She had dreamed about it and imagined it, but now, it was a reality, and she could hardly wait to walk to the ring, if not just to show off her new look.
She smiled as she observed the scenery on the way to Trax South, occasionally stealing a glance in the side mirror at her new do.
When they got to the training complex, Tammy and Paris, who were each loaded down with several bags, hurried into the gym, where they quickly greeted the Tough Enough guys before rushing off to wardrobe. Katie ushered them into her rooms, ecstatic that they had found so many of the things on her list. Behind the closed doors of Katie's private rooms and in the greatest of secrecy, Paris' new look began to take shape.
Meanwhile, Adam Copeland's gray eyes scanned the airport trying to spot the multi-colored hair of his friend and future partner, Jeff Hardy. Just as he was about to resign himself that the plane was late, he noticed the King of Xtreme wandering aimlessly down the stairs. He shook his head…Jeff always marched to his own drum. That was why people usually thought he was stoned or something, even though Jeff never did drugs and rarely touched alcohol.
"Jeffro!" Adam called, waving.
Jeff glanced up and waved back as he descended the stairs and grabbed Adam in a manly hug. Adam stepped back and quickly sized up the younger Hardy brother, noticing that he was in the best shape of his life. His clothes even seemed to fit better rather than just hanging on him like they had done before he left the WWE. When they had hugged, Adam could feel the muscles in Jeff's upper body and he knew that the Hardy boy was serious about his return to the ring.
"Adam!" Jeff exclaimed. "Damn, man, you look great. How's the neck?"
"Better than ever," the blond Canadian replied. "I see you've been staying in shape."
Jeff shrugged. "Not much else to do."
"Come on," Adam urged, shouldering one of Jeff's bags. "I wanna take you by the house first. Then, if you want, we can grab some lunch and head to Trax South this afternoon. Cornette's most anxious to see you."
"I'm sure," Jeff quipped, following his friend to the black Durango where he loaded his bags into the back.
"Tight ride," Jeff commented, once they were on the freeway.
"It's partly yours," Adam replied, handing Jeff a set of keys, which also included keys to the house and the gym. "We're all sharing it…me, you, Paris, and this Mizanin guy."
"Have you met Paris?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah, but I haven't had much of a chance to talk to her."
"What do you think of her?"
"Do you really want to know?" Adam retorted with a wicked grin.
"From you, not really. But I have a feeling you're gonna tell me anyway," Jeff replied dryly.
"I will have her," Adam stated confidently. "Within the week."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"Hey, she gave it up for Levesque and I'm enormously smoother than he is."
Jeff blinked. This was new. Last he'd heard from both Amy and Matt, Paris was firmly entrenched in a romance with Randy Orton. Although he didn't think Randy Orton was the best person Paris could have chosen, he was considerably more tolerable than Paul Levesque.
"Paul Levesque?" Jeff questioned. "I was under the impression she was with Randy Orton."
"Yeah, well, Randy Orton fucked up…big time," Adam commented. "He pretty much gift-wrapped her for Paul, the stupid ass…Randy, I mean."
"I'm confused."
"Ask Amy for the details. It's really not my place to spread gossip, but let's just say Orton dropped the ball and Paul picked it up."
"And ran with it, right?"
"You know Paul."
"Unfortunately."
Adam sighed. "He's not that bad."
"Look, Adam, I know he's your friend, even though I can't fathom why."
"Hey, Jeff, can I at least count on you to not give me any competition where Paris is concerned?"
Jeff held up his hands in concession. "She's not really my type. Besides, I'm more interested in getting to know Tammy Petersen better."
"Adam snorted. "I hope you brought your winter coat."
"Why's that?"
"You're gonna need it if you plan on cozying up to OVW's Ice Queen."
"I've heard she's nice…and funny. Amy told me I should check into it."
"Well, I suppose she's nice enough, but as far as warmth and emotion goes…well, just picture Alannah, only worse."
"Brr!" Jeff joked sarcastically, not entirely sure that Adam's assessment of Tammy Petersen was accurate.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, man."
Jeff chuckled good-naturedly as Adam made a left turn and maneuvered the Durango into a parking lot in front of a huge training complex. This must be Trax South, Jeff thought. WWE…here I come…again, he told himself with confidence.
Back at Trax…
"I talked to John today," Katie remarked absently as Paris struggled into a neon green T-shirt and Tammy pinned the waist of her cargo pants to fit Paris' tiny waist.
"And?" Tammy and Paris urged simultaneously.
Katie shrugged. "He was disappointed, but admitted that he saw it coming. He said he'd always care about me and to stay in touch because he'd always be my friend." She wiped away some stray tears that rolled down her cheeks.
"Oh, sweetie," Tammy said as she enveloped Katie in a motherly hug and the younger woman began sobbing piteously against her shoulder. Paris' heart tightened as she placed a gentle hand on Katie's shoulder.
"I'm so sorry," the designer said, wiping her face and trying to compose herself.
"No one said this would be easy," Tammy told her.
"But John's such a great guy," Katie went on. "What's wrong with me because I don't love him enough to stay?"
"Katie, honey, we can't control who we fall in love with…or who we don't," Tammy assured her.
"Or who does or doesn't fall in love with us," Paris added.
Katie grabbed a tissue and daintily blew her nose. As she was wiping her face, her aqua green eyes suddenly lit up like stars.
"I just had a brilliant idea," the designer declared. "Paris, you should get together with John!"
"What!" Paris exclaimed. She had just taken a drink of soda and tried hard not to spit it all over the new outfit she was trying on.
"You'd be perfect for him," Katie continued. "You're pretty, smart, spirited…you could easily make him forget me and comfort him in the process."
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard," Paris stated. "Me and Cena? I'd strangle him within a week!"
"Besides," Tammy interjected. "Between Puder and Adam panting after her, not to mention the 'Evolutionary' war going on between Orton and Levesque…I think Paris has enough on her plate when it comes to men, don't you? Plus, I don't want her to get distracted."
"I suppose you're right," Katie said, deflated. Paris noticed that the designer hadn't batted an eye when Tammy mentioned Paul Levesque. Obviously, Katie was also well-informed of Paris' past indiscretions. It was nice of her to not say anything. "But I want both of you to promise me that if he needs a friend, you'll be there," Katie urged.
Tammy rolled her eyes. "I hardly think Cena would find solace in us. He's got his own friends. I'm sure Orton and Jindrak will be there to get him drunk and take him to the titty bar."
"Just promise, OK?" Katie insisted.
"OK, fine…I promise," Tammy conceded.
"Paris?"
"I promise."
"Good," Katie sighed. "Now, I can go to New York with a clear conscience, knowing John will be OK."
Paris and Tammy both thanked Katie for all of her hard work and headed off to Tammy's office where the executive assistant gave Paris some three-ring binders that contained pages and pages of wrestling history. Tammy set Paris up at a table in a small office and left her to study while she went to finish up some work with Jim.
A couple hours later, Paris leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes, feeling the strain from so much reading. She'd made it a little over halfway through one of the volumes that talked about WWE during the Rock and Wrestling Era of the 80s. She heard familiar voices in the hallway, so she got up to stretch her legs and look around. She noticed Jeff and Adam receiving somewhat of a reprimand from Tammy.
"Where have you guys been all day?" Tammy asked, impatiently looking at her watch. "Jeff's plane got in at ten o'clock…I wanted you to see Jim, but he's left for the day."
"I'm sorry," Jeff stated sincerely. "We were just catching up. I didn't mean to cause you stress." His green eyes twinkled as he leaned over and kissed the back of Tammy's hand.
Paris watched with amusement as the usually cool and composed executive assistant practically melted under the younger Hardy's intense gaze.
"Well…I…I guess you can see Jim tomorrow. I just…I mean, of course, you guys needed to catch up and everything. It's been months since you've seen each other…Paris!"
Paris jumped as Tammy glanced in her direction and practically shrieked her name, apparently thankful for the interruption as Jeff's flirting had undoubtedly unnerved her.
"Hey," Paris greeted, approaching the small group.
"Paris," Jeff said, unexpectedly wrapping her in a huge hug. "Wicked hair, by the way. How've you been?"
"Thanks…I've been good. How bout you?"
"Anxious to get back in the ring. How's Matt doing? I haven't seen him since…well, since the night I met you."
"Well, you know Matt and I aren't that close, but he's dating my friend, Amanda."
"What? What about Ames?"
Paris shrugged. "They broke up. She's with Dave Batista now."
"Dave Batista? Is she insane?" Jeff exclaimed.
"Come on, Jeff," Paris scolded lightly. "Dave's a nice guy. Not everyone in Evolution is like Paul."
Jeff nodded as Adam gave him a sidelong glance, unobserved by Paris and Tammy, who were busy chatting.
"Hey, I hate to break this up," Adam interrupted. "But I wanna show Jeff around and we have some things to take care of. Paris, we'll see you tonight and Tammy, I'll see you tomorrow at the taping."
Tammy nodded before casting a shy smile at Jeff. "See ya around, Jeff."
Jeff smiled back, his eyes twinkling once again. "I'm counting on it…in fact, why don't we all go out Friday…you know, to get to know each other better?"
"That sounds like fun," Paris put in as Tammy and Adam nodded in agreement.
"Bye, Jeff," Tammy said flirtatiously.
"Bye, Ms. Petersen…I mean, Tammy."
Adam rolled his eyes as he pulled Jeff around the corner, teasing him incessantly about getting a room.
"Seriously, man, that's the warmest display of emotion I've ever seen her exhibit," the tall Canadian remarked after the youngest Hardy jokingly told him to shove it.
"Oh my God, Paris!" Tammy hissed after the guys had left. "I think he was flirting with me."
Paris snorted. "Hello…ya think?"
"What if he likes me?"
"Would that be such a stretch?" Paris asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Well, no, but isn't that weird? I mean, not weird weird, but I've liked him for so long. That's just insane if he likes me, too."
"Stranger things have happened," Paris remarked.
"You have to find out for me," Tammy urged.
"Why me?"
"Because you live with him…and you said you'd help."
"OK, fine…I'll do a little probing tonight. Oh, I forgot to tell you…I interrogated Adam about Paul. Turns out they're not that close."
"Is that what Adam told you?"
"Yeah."
"Well, don't be too sure. I know for a fact that they're closer than either one of them lets on."
Paris' brow furrowed. She tended to believe Tammy first, but why would Adam lie? Unfortunately, she didn't have time to analyze it because just as she and Tammy rounded the corner to the break room, they ran into a huge guy with wild, dark hair and intense, penetrating blue eyes. He was dressed all in black and had a tattoo of a spider on his arm, among others. He was about Dave's size and gave Paris a very thorough once-over before glancing at Tammy and turning on a blinding yet wicked smile.
"Hey, baby," he said, leaning over to give the executive assistant a kiss on the cheek. "Who's your sexy friend?" He grinned at Paris.
"This is Paris Ocean, the WWE's newest diva. Paris, this is Sean O'Haire, on again/off again Director of Security for Bolin Services."
"Nice to meet you," Paris said, extending her hand.
Sean placed a soft, burning kiss on the back of her hand, his blue eyes flashing mischievously. "Paris, it's a pleasure," he said.
"Where have you been the last few weeks?" Tammy asked, garnering his undivided attention once again.
"I took some independent shows," Sean explained. "Jim said it was OK, which is a sure sign that I'm probably getting my walking papers soon."
"Don't think that way, Sean."
"You'd tell me if you knew, right, Tammy?"
"Sean, your contract is good through March and after that, I don't know. You know that I can't…"
"I know…I'd never put you in that position, especially when there are so many other fun positions I'd like to put you in," he added, reverting back to being lascivious. "How about a drink tonight?"
Tammy glanced at her watch. "I have to be here till about six, so how about I just meet you at The Blue Bomb at six thirty?"
"Sounds good…bring your friend, too. The more, the merrier. Nice to meet you again, Paris," Sean remarked as he stepped between Paris and Tammy, deliberately brushing against the executive assistant as he passed.
"You, too," Paris said as he walked away. "What the hell…" she whispered to Tammy.
"I told you he was a fun guy."
"So you like Jeff, but you're going out with him?"
"I told you Sean's just a friend. He probably won't be here much longer anyway."
"Is he being fired?"
"His contract's up in March and we're…or I should say, WWE's not renewing it."
For the life of her, Paris couldn't figure out why the WWE wouldn't want to hold onto a guy who looked like Sean. In her opinion, he would have made an excellent addition to Evolution, possibly a partner for Dave. Obviously, there were other issues at hand or they wouldn't be letting him go.
"So you wanna go with me tonight?" Tammy asked, changing the subject. "I'm guessing Sean's up for a threesome."
"Excuse me?" Paris replied, almost choking on her soda. "You're joking, right?"
Tammy shook her head. "Nope, he's into that kind of thing."
"Well, I appreciate the offer, but I barely know him."
Tammy shrugged, smiling playfully. "Oh well, more for me then."
Paris gaped at her. "You're gonna sleep with him?"
"It wouldn't be the first time," Tammy remarked. "It probably won't go that far, but you never know."
"What about Jeff?"
"Sean knows I like him. He won't mind sharing my attention."
"Yeah, but Jeff might mind."
"Oh, I don't mean I'd hook up with both of them. Sean would understand if I got involved with someone else. Like I said, he's not the commitment type. But he is one of my best friends…I won't give that up for anyone."
"I don't mean give up your friends, but it might not be the best thing to sleep with him. But then again, I'm not one to judge."
Tammy waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, it's mostly talk with me and Sean anyway. I've waited too long to meet Mr. Hardy…I'm not about to screw that up. Sean's just gonna have to understand."
"Nevertheless, I think I'll take a rain check. I want to take some of my reading home and I'd like to get to know Jeff and Adam a little better."
"Fair enough," Tammy told her. "Why don't you take off for the day? You have a big day tomorrow with the TV taping and everything."
"Hey, thanks…should I come into Trax tomorrow?"
Tammy shook her head. "Nah, sleep in for a change. You can stop by if you need more books. Otherwise, just be at the New Davis Arena at three o'clock."
"Cool…see you tomorrow. Oh, crap! I don't have a ride home."
"I bet you can catch Adam and Jeff. If not, I'll drive you."
Paris waved goodbye to Tammy as she dashed down the hallway to the gym. She saw Adam and Jeff chatting with Big and some of the agents.
"Hey, guys," she said, trying to catch her breath. "Can I get a lift home?"
"Sure," Adam told her. "We're almost ready."
"Let me grab my stuff and I'll meet you out front."
Paris jogged back to the study room where she gathered up her purse, coat, and books. She bid Katie goodnight as she passed wardrobe and headed out to the SUV where Adam and Jeff were waiting.
Several moments later, Adam was pulling up in front of the house. The three roommates went inside and Paris took her things up to the loft. She noticed Jeff's luggage in Adam's room…apparently, he was sharing the huge master bedroom with the Canadian rather than staying in the tiny closet of a room down the hall. Paris had just come out of the bathroom when Adam called upstairs that he and Jeff were going grocery shopping and asked her if she wanted to go. Paris lamented how much reading she had to do and how tired she was, but she also knew she needed food. Grabbing her purse, she rushed down the stairs and followed Adam and Jeff out to the Durango. This time, Jeff climbed in the back seat and allowed Paris to ride shotgun with Adam.
"So what'd you do today, Miss Diva?" Adam asked as he pulled into traffic.
Paris opened her overhead mirror and put on some lip gloss, fluffing her hair absently. "Not much. My physical, got my hair done, went shopping—it was all pretty fun except the physical."
"Was your eyebrow pierced last night?" the blond Canadian said, looking at her questioningly.
"I had it done yesterday."
"Shit, I must have been tired last night cuz I didn't even notice."
"Do you guys think it looks OK?" Paris inquired, examining her reflection and poking her eyebrow jewelry lightly.
"I like it," Jeff said.
"Yeah, it's sexy," Adam put in, smiling.
"You think so?"
"Totally. Your nose piercing's cute, too. Do you have your tongue done?"
To answer his question, Paris stuck out her tongue and showed Adam the steel bar she had embedded in it.
Adam sighed. "I love you," he said with mock sincerity.
Paris laughed as Jeff rolled his eyes.
"Sorry, but I'm a sucker for a girl with a pierced tongue," Adam explained.
"Gee, I wonder why," Jeff remarked.
"Jeff has his belly button done, too," Adam commented, eyeing the sparkling jewel in Paris' navel that was just barely peeking out below her baby tee.
Paris glanced back at Jeff, who lifted his shirt slightly to show her the barbell in his navel.
"That's too cute!" Paris squealed. "You don't see that on guys very often."
"It's because he's gay," Adam joked.
"You weren't complaining when you were down there earlier," Jeff bantered.
"Oh yeah…funny," Adam retorted dryly, giving the Hardy brother a middle finger over his shoulder.
"I'm getting another tattoo tomorrow," Paris put in, remembering her appointment at The Silver Dragon."
"Really? Where?" Adam asked, eyeing her appreciatively.
"I haven't quite decided yet," Paris replied thoughtfully. "I have two tattoos picked out and depending on which one I pick, that will decide where I get it. Is it OK if I use the car tomorrow?"
"I need to go to Trax tomorrow morning," Jeff said. "Maybe you can drop me off before your appointment."
"I could do that," Paris agreed. "What about you, Adam? You need the car?"
Adam shook his head. "Maybe I'll tag along to your tattoo rendezvous…if you don't mind."
"The more, the merrier," Paris remarked, her thoughts instinctively reverting to Sean O'Haire and his earlier comment. "Hey, Adam…you've been here for a couple months now, right?"
"Something like that."
"What do you know about Sean O'Haire?"
Adam shrugged. "Not much really. He got the call up to SmackDown earlier this year, around the time I got hurt. They put him in all these videos where he'd challenge people to do crazy shit and then, when they agreed to do it, he'd say something like 'I'm not telling you anything you don't already know' or some shit like that. They ended up pairing him with Roddy Piper for a while. He just got sent back here a month or so ago."
Paris' brow furrowed. "I can't imagine a guy who looks like Sean not being a huge star."
"Looks aren't everything," Jeff stated. "You can have a million dollar body, but if you've got a ten cent brain to go with it…not saying that's the case with O'Haire cuz I hear he's a pretty smart guy, but still…the fucker stole my finisher. The Seanton Bomb…give me a break!"
"Rumor has it Mr. O'Haire doesn't play well with others," Adam said. "Unless, of course, you're Tammy Petersen and then, he plays just fine…maybe a little rough if you know what I mean. But hey…he's been cool to me. He mostly sticks with his Bolin Services cronies."
Paris flinched slightly, regretting that Adam had mentioned Tammy's association with Sean in front of Jeff. She was hoping Jeff hadn't heard or would let the comment pass, but unfortunately, that didn't happen.
"What do you mean…he plays well with Tammy?" Jeff queried. "Are they going out or something?"
"Nothing like that," Adam clarified. "He kept her company after Lesnar got the call. You know she dated Brock Lesnar, don't you?"
"Yeah, I know," Jeff replied quietly.
"O'Haire even skipped out on some house shows on SmackDown so he could fly down here and be with Tammy when Lesnar cheated on her."
Jeff nodded but didn't respond.
"If anything, it's just sex," Adam rambled on, oblivious to that fact his words seemed to be affecting Jeff greatly.
"OK, I get the picture!" Jeff snapped as Paris reached over and put a gentle hand on Adam's arm, giving him a look that said maybe they should change the subject.
Adam caught on and quickly started talking about their upcoming show schedule. This seemed to distract Jeff and by the time they pulled into the supermarket, he was back to his old self, joking and bantering as if nothing had happened. Paris figured the high-flying Hardy must really like OVW's executive assistant for him to react in such a manner. Thank God Adam didn't know Tammy had a date with Sean that night and inadvertently mentioned that. Paris didn't really think the blond Canadian intentionally meant to hurt Jeff with his comments. After all, they were close friends. Plus, Adam seemed to have been busy focusing on the road and just making idle chit chat, not really noticing the effect his words had on Jeff Hardy.
Inside the supermarket, Jeff immediately ditched Paris and Adam in favor of perusing the sugar aisle. Adam watched Paris intently as she chose various kinds of fresh fruit in the produce section.
"I didn't mean to hurt Jeff's feelings," the Canadian stated suddenly, appearing to read Paris' thoughts. "I know he likes Tammy, but I just didn't think. I was just making small talk."
"I didn't think you did it on purpose," Paris replied honestly, bagging some grapefruit.
"I love Jeff like a brother," Adam went on. "If there's something between Tammy and O'Haire, something that might cause Jeff to get hurt, I'd want to know about it."
Paris sighed. For some reason, she trusted Adam in this instance, if not just because of his protectiveness towards Jeff. "They're going out for drinks tonight," Paris told him. "But Tammy said they're just friends and she made it perfectly clear to Sean that she likes Jeff…"
Paris stopped suddenly, her violet eyes growing wide as Adam's face broke into a wicked grin.
"She likes Jeff?" the Canadian questioned.
"Yeah, but don't say anything," Paris whispered. "And don't mention O'Haire again, OK?"
"It's a deal on one condition…"
"Name it."
"You have to hang out with us tonight…me and Jeff."
"That's all?"
"Hey, we can get pretty rambunctious…"
Paris smirked. "I'll take my chances."
Adam laughed as he wheeled the cart off in search of Jeff, followed closely by Paris. About an hour later, the three new friends loaded their bags into the Durango and headed home with plans to barbeque steaks when they got there. Of course, Adam and Jeff had refused to let Paris pay for anything, to which she pretended to be miffed, but in reality, she was grateful, not wanting all of her funds to dwindle away during her first few days.
After dinner, Jeff began rummaging through a closet in the hallway that contained several videos and board games. Paris was just finishing a phone call with Tess, asking her mother to ship the rest of her clothes, her CDs and DVDs, and her CD player to her. She was about to head upstairs to decorate her loft with various fragrant candles she had purchased when the boys asked her to join them. The game was called Scruples and the point was to ask your opponents embarrassing and personal questions, hoping to predict how they would respond and thus, get to know your friends a little better.
It was Paris' turn and she drew an answer card off of the deck. The answer cards said either Yes, No, or Depends. Each player had five question cards and the object was to ask another player one of the questions in your hand, hoping their answer would match your answer card. If it did, you could get rid of one of your question cards. If it didn't, you had to draw a new card. Paris still had four cards in her hand, compared to Jeff's three and Adam's two, and they were all really stupid questions. Her answer card said No, but she didn't really have any questions that she thought the men would say No to. Out of desperation, she picked Jeff.
"OK, Jeff…you're at a dinner party. You see a corpulent guest sit in a very expensive-looking antique chair and you hear a distinct crack. Would you tell the host or hostess what happened?"
Jeff looked puzzled. "What the hell does corpulent mean?"
"Fat," Adam replied, taking a sip of his beer.
Jeff thought for a moment. "Yeah, I suppose I'd say something if it was antique, but I'd do it in private. I wouldn't like embarrass the guy or something."
"Damn!" Paris swore, flipping her No card over. "I figured you wouldn't say anything because you're too nice."
Adam laughed as Paris drew another question card to replace the one she got wrong. Jeff reached over and drew an answer card.
"Paris," the Hardy brother began. "You see your best friend's boyfriend…(cough)…Dave Batista…(cough)…participating in what appears to be a romantic tryst in a trendy restaurant with another woman. Do you tell her?"
Paris shook her head at Jeff's not-so-subtle insinuation. "Fuck yeah, I'd tell her."
"Yes!" Jeff exclaimed, turning over his Yes answer card. "Your turn, Copeland."
"Paris," Adam said, studying his one remaining card. "You're a struggling actress. You're broke and hungry and the rent's due. A top producer offers you a part, but on one condition…you have to sleep with him. Do you do it?"
Paris' stomach jumped, the question hitting a little too close to home, as Jeff, once again being not-so-subtle, choked on his soda. Paris eyed them both warily, but remained calm and cool.
"Is that one of those 'Invent a Question' cards, Adam?" she questioned suspiciously.
"Nope, I read it word for word," Adam replied, holding up the card for her to see and giving her a knowing smirk.
He knows, Paris thought. She didn't know how, but he knew. And Jeff's reaction indicated that he knew as well. But how? Paris shook her head…of course, it had to be…Adam's friendship with Paul, the one he claimed wasn't very close. What a sick, twisted coincidence that she would get asked such a question…and by Adam, no less. Taking a deep breath, Paris swallowed hard and answered the question as diplomatically as she knew how.
"I'd say it depends," she told them.
"If you say Depends, you have to explain," Jeff reminded her as he shot Adam a sharp look that didn't go unnoticed by Paris.
"Well, if I had kids and I was broke and starving, I'd probably do it. I mean, it's just sex, right? But not if I was married…only if I was like a single mom or something."
"What if you were just single, no kids?" Adam probed.
"Depends," Paris retorted, slightly annoyed that he wouldn't drop it.
"On what?"
So he wants to play games, Paris thought. She knew that she was probably unarmed when it came to a battle of wits or wills with Adam, but he threw down the gauntlet, so it was up to her to pick it up.
"It would depend on how good the part is…and how hot the producer is. I mean, if I'm gonna sleep with the guy, he'd have to be a really good producer…I'm talking the number one man in the business." Her violet eyes locked with Adam's gray ones in somewhat of a challenge. "I mean he'd really have to be the top of his…game…to be worth my time."
Adam smirked as Jeff cleared his throat and excused himself to go to the restroom. As he left, the air in the room practically crackled with tension and electricity as the man known as Edge and the WWE's newest diva continued to stare each other down.
Adam finally broke the tension and smiled winningly. "Paris, I'm confused…did I do something to piss you off?"
Paris snorted and threw her cards down in utter frustration and annoyance. "Let's just cut through the crap, OK? I know you're friends with Paul Levesque, so I'm sure he must have told you that I…hooked up with him. But let's get one thing straight, OK? I didn't do it to get this job and I'm not easy, so I don't really appreciate you asking me that question and just assuming that I'll say yes? You don't know me, OK?"
Paris eyes flashed dangerously as she glanced at Jeff, who had rejoined them and was leaning in the doorway to his and Adam's room. Angrily, she rose from her seat on the couch.
"You know what? This is a waste of time…I'm just gonna go to bed before I say something I regret."
"Paris, wait…" Adam said, rising. "Look, I hate to burst your bubble and embarrass you worse than you've already embarrassed yourself, but I didn't know you hooked up with Paul."
Jeff rolled his eyes at Adam's blatant lie, but remained silent.
"I'll be honest with you," the blond Canadian continued. "I did talk to Paul when you got here. Ever since my divorce, I don't trust easily, especially women. When Tammy said she wanted us to work closely, I hesitated. I called Paul to get a little background on you because I knew you worked for Evolution. He said you were a hard worker and you had a good attitude…that's it. I told you…he and I aren't that close. He did tell me that you dated Orton…and that he broke your heart, so I guess I can understand why you'd be a little suspicious, OK? And as for you being easy…guess what?"
Paris watched in utter horror as Adam reached over and held up his answer card for her to see. It said No. He asked her the question because he thought she'd say No. Paris flushed a deep red and rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to ease the oncoming headache. Not only had she made a complete fool out of herself by jumping down Adam's throat, but she had inadvertently admitted to her two roommates that she had intimate knowledge of The Game himself.
"Wow," the diva stated quietly. "Talk about feeling like a complete asshole."
Adam shook his head. "Forget about it…it was just a misunderstanding."
"No, I'm sorry…really. I didn't mean to accuse you of…"
"It's OK…really. I can just imagine how it sounded…"
"No, really…I jumped to conclusions and I'm sorry."
"Hey, why don't we just throw that round out and start new?" Jeff suggested.
Paris smiled. "Actually, I think I'll take a rain check. It's late and I have a full day tomorrow what with the TV taping and everything.
Adam nodded. "So we're OK?"
"Of course," Paris said. "And just to show you, I want a hug."
She knew she was being forward, but she couldn't deny that she was attracted to Adam, despite not knowing quite what to make of him and all the veiled warnings she had received from various people. Nevertheless, she didn't want him and Jeff to think she was some high-strung drama queen that was set off at the slightest provocation.
Adam grinned toothily as he took Paris into his arms and hugged her tightly. Paris inhaled sharply as she came into contact with his warm, bare skin. She was beginning to think the man lived his life without a shirt. Or maybe it was because she couldn't stop herself from staring and he knew it.
Adam reluctantly let her go after several seconds, secretly relishing the fact that he could still smell traces of her perfume on his arms and chest. Paris smiled as she turned and headed up the stairs. Adam smiled back, unable to deny the arousal that simply hugging her had caused. He barely noticed that Jeff had reentered the room because he was so distracted, thinking about the sensation of her breasts pressed up against his chest with only the thin material of her tank top separating them.
Snapping out of his fantasy, Adam smirked pimpishly at Jeff, who merely leaned back and shook his head, all too familiar with his Canadian friend's modus operandi. Adam listened quietly, making sure Paris had gone upstairs as he heard her footsteps moving across the ceiling. Turning to Jeff, he lifted his arms in a mock imitation of Randy Orton before pretending to sink an imaginary basketball in an equally invisible hoop.
"Game, set, match…and the Oscar goes to…Adam Copeland," he whispered as Jeff looked on with disgust.
Jeff snorted. "I'm going to bed," he stated rising from the couch. "And by the way, you're a pig."
Adam didn't respond, but followed Jeff into the bedroom, making oinking sounds.
"Knock it off," Jeff said, annoyed, as he took off his shirt and threw it at Adam.
Adam laughed as he tossed the shirt to the floor and climbed into bed. Jeff got into his own bed and flipped on the lamp. He nonchalantly leafed through a wrestling magazine as Adam stared at the ceiling, thinking about Paris.
"I bet I nail her Friday night when we go out," Adam stated quietly, breaking the silence.
"Do I care?" Jeff retorted.
"You're just jealous."
"She's not my type, OK? That doesn't mean that I think it's cool that you're lying your ass off to have your jolly way with her."
Adam chuckled, very Triple H-like. "God, when she hugged me, her tits felt amazing. I bet they stand up on their own when she lays down."
Jeff threw the blond Canadian a dirty look. "Can we change the subject please?"
"What do you wanna talk about?"
"Anything except Paris' tits and when you're gonna put the boots to her."
"That limits the field a bit, Jeffro."
"Very funny."
"I guess we could talk about Tammy Petersen and how she wants to bone you hardcore. Who would have thought…under that layer of permafrost?"
"How do you know she wants 'bone' me, as you so tactfully put it?"
"Paris told me."
"But what about O'Haire?"
"I told you, man…it's just sex."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Jeff shot back sarcastically. "If I'm gonna date a girl, I don't particularly find it a turn-on if she's shacked up with another dude. Call me a freak, but that's just how I am."
"You are a freak," Adam quipped. "But that's beside the point. Can we go back to talking about Paris' tits?"
"Fuck, whatever…I'm going to bed." Jeff stated, the exasperation in his voice evident.
"I'll be in the bathroom…under a cold shower," Adam replied.
"Try not to hurt yourself," Jeff retorted as the blond Canadian shot him an evil grin and disappeared into the bathroom.
There was nothing more Jeff could do besides shake his head with dismay before rolling over to go to sleep.
Hey, everyone. Sorry about the delay…no time lately, and besides, all the scandals in these wrestlers' personal lives are really f#ing with my creativity. I'm so pissed at Randy Orton these days, I may just have to toy with the idea of Paris getting together with Paul. Talk about f#ing everything up…f#ing Amy Webber…I'm glad the bitch is gone! Please read and review…sorry it's so long again, but like I said, I'm laying groundwork. Sounds like Adam's thinking about 'laying' something as well. Let me know what you think. Loves…
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